Megan leaned back casually against the wrought iron balustrade that shielded her from the ten-foot drop to the beach below. Behind her, the sun began its slow descent, casting warm shades of orange and yellow across the darkening evening sky. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she waited for his arrival. Was it really a date? She had agreed to take Keith for a leisurely walk along the promenade. Still, she hoped it...